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 Playtime
Note:
This is a small chapter/idea that I deleted from the main novel (Four
Bitches) for reasons of plot fluidity.  Originally it was intended to be a
second visit by Dolly to Madame's tender loving care.  However, I decided
that a single episode for each husband was more consistent for the
storyline.  It may amuse the reader to see just a little more of Madame and
her demented daughters... Only a slight mention of this episode is now left
in the main body of the novel as an afterthought.  In it's present state as
'Playtime' it is unedited as first written for the pleasure of readers on
ASSTR and other sites.  The final edited version will appear as a short
story attached to 'Four Bitches' which is a 50K+ novel nearing completion

and publication in March 2016

   Irene ----

   To set the scene.  ---------------- Dolly is a husband rented from his
wife for the deviant and degenerate use of an older woman (Madame) and her
two daughters (Madelaine and Amy).  This is not Dolly's first visit to the
toy room....  now read on.

   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
.  PLAYTIME
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   Dolly lay limp like the rag-doll that she was.  There was no point in
struggling, there was no chance of escape, the bars, locks and restraints
defined her limits.  At least she could see through the eyeholes of her
mask now.  The thought settled and then she realised that nothing was
without some perverted purpose in this immoral house.

   She moved a little to relieve the stress on her arms.  For three days
they had been drawn up to her collar and they were almost numb, but her
shoulders ached with the constant tension.  The light in the room was dim,
a pinkish blur that smoothed over detail as the afternoon light pushed
through the closed curtains of the play room.

   The dimly seen wallpaper was a familiar sight to the stricken Dolly. 
Small ponies in pastel colours pranced across the wall amongst rainbows and
lollipop trees.  Some were unicorns, others had manes and tails that
streamed behind them while moons shone above them.  On the chair she could
see Teddy, her lover.  The huge bear looked at her with unblinking innocent
eyes.  With nothing between his legs he seemed nothing but a harmless toy.
Dolly could not bear to look at him as she remembered the way that he had
fucked her last night even though the long dildo had been removed.  She
turned her gaze to the wardrobe and wondered what other toys Madame had to
play with before focussing on the open toy chest.

   An untidy heap of dolls and soft toys made a mountain, but the slim
wands of canes poked through and leaned on the wall.  Madame and her
daughters insisted on their toys being well behaved and the canes and whips
were all part of the games.  Dolly looked up and considered the closed bars
that closed the lid of the cot.  Like the cot itself they were steel
painted white and pink with small padlocks that ensured that the occupant
of the cot did not come alive at night and attempt escape when Madame and
her daughters were not around to supervise.

   The pictures on the walls were just inchoate shapes in the dim light. 
Dolly could make out the pink and blue frames, but the pictures themselves
were in shadows.  All in all, the playroom was just a nursery, it was just
that the occupants were captives.

   A red, unblinking light winked over the door, a clear signal that the
camera that unblinkingly observed the cot was operative.  Every time that
Dolly moved, it flickered to pink for a moment as it registered an event.
Occasionally she moved only to watch it change as it was the only motion or
change that happened.

   Dolly slithered down the bed a little, riding up the woollen dress that
she had been fitted with.  It allowed her to dimly see what her owners had
done to her two nights ago.  The two rows of studs that ran from the tip to
the base traced uneven lines as her cock was not erect, but she knew that
when she got excited they would be a source of pleasure to his tormenters.
Dolly's cock itched, but she could not scratch or play with herself, so she
closed her thighs to hold and sooth the tender prick.

   The tiny light changed to pink as she moved again to pull the hem down.
She had not been told that it was a transgression to look at herself, but
knew instinctively that any unsaid transgression could be used to punish
her.

   Dolly dozed.

   From her wide open mouth, a little drool slithered between the tight
mask and her skin and she moaned in her sleep as dark dreams filled her
slumbering mind.  Even in sleep there was no escape from abuse.

   The door to the playroom opened softly and three figures entered on tip
toe.  Madame, Amy and Madelaine.  They stood over the cot where their
twitching toy dozed and looked down with excited expressions.  Madame wore
a tiny black dress that would have looked stunning on a younger woman.  On
her it seemed out of place as it moulded over her overweight frame to come
to just above the tops of her stockings.  Her daughters wore their
favourite frocks with frilled socks and sweet little sandals.  Each had
bows in her hair, one blonde, one dark that made them parodies of little
girls.

   "Can we play with her, Mamma?" whispered Amy with a lisp.  "Please?"

   "No, not yet.  First we have to introduce the latest toys to the
playroom and show them their new life here.  Come along, girls..."

   Dolly moved in her sleep a little and moaned as the Madame and her two
daughters slipped out of the room and silently closed the door.

   *****

   Two of the metal cages in the cellar were occupied.

   When Madame entered the room she saw the two frightened faces peer
between the bars and blink in the light as she led Amy and Madelaine into
the dank room.  Her high heels clicked on the stone floor as she strolled
to the two occupied cages and looked down at her latest acquisitions. 
Everything was as she had left it except that now the couple were awake.

   "For the love of God," said the man as he tried to move.  "Let us go,
what you are doing is wicked."

   Madame nodded and waited until her two girls were standing beside her.

   "Please, let us go," pleaded the woman in the neighbouring cage.  "I beg
you for the love of God!"

   "They need cleaning up and then it's off to the toy room," said Madame
at last as she considered their upturned faces.  "Then we can play a little
before teatime."

   "What are they going to be?" asked the lisping Amy.  "Can I have one for
my own?"

   "No dear, we share our toys!"

   Madame turned to the wall and pulled a hose from a coil and played with
the nozzle for a moment before turning on the tap to which it was attached.
A sudden jet of cold water sprayed and doused the cages as she moved in to
ensure that both of the occupants were sluiced down.

   Madelaine giggled to see them struggle, but the tight chains allowed no
escape from the spray from Madame's hand.  As she methodically worked from
one end to the other, the old woman ensured that the jet hosed every nook
and cranny of the couple with ruthless force.

   Just six hours ago, the two had knocked on the door and been invited in
for a cup of tea to listen to a religious sermon that was wasted on the
occupant.  A few minutes later they were in a drugged stupor as Madame and
her two middle aged girls fettered them and put them in the cages to await
their awakening.

   Finally, the job was done and the two begging victims finally stilled
their pleas, anxious as to the next stage of their captivity.  Madame
unlocked both cages and roughly pulled them onto the hard floor.

   The woman was perfect, she decided.  Ripe and large breasted, wide
hipped with a substantial bush covering her cunt.  The man was a little
less attractive, but he would do for what she had in mind.  If it took too
much effort to subdue him, then he would be disposed of...

   The woman looked up at the pensive face of the woman that stood over her
and began to weep piteously, the man just begun to mutter words that Madame
realised were Biblical verse.

   Much good that would do him...

   "It's off up the wooden steps to Bedfordshire," announced Madame.

   Amy and Madelaine clapped their hands in excitement, each taking one of
the leads that draped to the floor.  Fettered tightly, each collared and
bound so that they had to move on elbows and knees whilst their hands and
ankles were strapped high, the two helpless pets refused to move on the
hard floor.

   Madame regretted that she had not thought to bring a cane, but she
slapped the rump of the woman and said, "I can leave you in my cellar as
long as I like.  Up you go!"

   The man moved first, he cried out as the soft skin of his knees rubbed
the floor, but he moved at the beckoning Madelaine's tugs on his leash.

   "For Jesus' sake," he begged.  "We came bringing the word of God and you
treat us as slaves!  Please, at least allow my wife Mary to walk even if I
have to suffer martyrdom at your sinful hands."

   "One more word from you and you will be caged," said Madame, as she
reached down to the man's wife and ran her hand over a hanging breast.

   Her fingers pinched the nipple that almost scraped the floor and she was
gratified at the squeal from Mary that signalled the first onset of
excitement between her legs.

   "Can I touch, Mamma?" asked Amy as she watched her mother pinch the
nipple harder and harder until the sobbing woman squeaked.

   "Soon..."

   *****

   Madame opened the door to the playroom, followed by her daughters.  Each
tugged on a leash, at the end of which was a sobbing figure that had
suffered every step of the way through the house.  Progress had been slow,
but that was just time spent imagining the games that they would be playing
with lustful anticipation.

   `At least they have dried out on the way,' thought Madame as she watched
Dolly awaken and move to watch through the bars of the cage.

   "Pup first," said Madame.  "Amy, get the puppy and we'll start with
yours.

   Amy dropped the leash and opened the wardrobe and pulled out a shapeless
furry mass and tossed it to the floor.  Then she delved again and pulled a
sack out and tipped a mass of leather straps and buckles to the floor.

   "Can I?" asked Madelaine as she watched.

   "Both will get him ready and I will make sure that everything is the way
that I want it," said Madame.  "Start with the gag..."

   The fettered man walked a step and then started to plead again.  As he
did so, hard hands pinched under his ears and the discomfort made him open
his mouth wide.  At that moment a giggling Amy pushed the ring into his
mouth and strapped it in place.  The pleas were reduced to a gurgle.

   "Please..." started Mary, but Madame turned on her and slapped her hard
on the cheek.

   "It's your turn next, wait your turn!"

   The sobbing started again and the two daughters tittered in glee as they
attended to the task that their mother had assigned to them.

   The fur took shape as they pulled it on the gagged man.  The confused
shape of the suit resolved as straps were tightened, zips were opened and
then closed and the pieces were fitted to the muzzled man.  Light brown and
white patches of fur, paws that matched to elbows and knees, and finally a
hood that covered face and eyes to leave the puppy in the darkness of his
hood.

   As they worked with trembling hands, the two daughters made gleeful
comments and used the exercise as an excuse to delve into every intimate
place.  They pulled his cock and dangling balls through openings and lined
another over the curve of his ass, before adding a broad pink collar to his
neck to finally end with a human puppy that stood disconsolately and
blinded by the wardrobe.

   Madame inspected their work.

   She pulled his cock a little and noted with satisfaction that it was
long and hard before she slapped his balls and was gratified with the grunt
that issued from his mouth.

   "Puppies bark," she said to him.  "Bark!"

   The puppy made a coughing sound and Madame smiled.  It was so easy to
break them.  Just a few last touches and then he would be ready.  A metal
ring clicked around his balls, making them dangle nicely, another on the
root of his cock to make sure that his cock stayed stiff.  She rooted
through the pile of straps and fetters and pulled a tail from the pile.

   "Puppies need a wagging tail," she smiled as she ran her fingers over
the long rubber cock that would fix it into place.  "I think that Amy can
do this..."

   Amy took the tail from her mother and knelt at the rear of Puppy before
slowly pressing it home with a small twist.  Puppy howled at the unexpected
violation and Amy slapped his rump.

   "Naughty Puppy," she said as she finally pressed the dildo home.

   "Very good, girls.  Now we need a teddy bear to play with."

   The two girls pulled the massive teddy bear from the arm chair and
unzipped.  Then they pulled out the bags of stuffing and cast them to the
side.  Mary looked on in horror as she realised where she was heading and
mewled like a small child in distress.  As she did so, Madame inserted the
ring-gag and pulled the straps tight.

   "I had this especially made..." said Madame as she watched the two girls
open the suit.  "You will be so adorable to play with and if you are a good
little Teddy, Puppy might just be allowed to stay in the play room.  Would
you like that?"

   Mary nodded and tears streamed down her face as the two daughters
started to fit the suit onto her ample frame.

   "She won't need much stuffing," snickered Amy as they pulled it on and
started tightening the straps and pulling buckles tight with sharp pulls.

   The sobbing victim felt the warmth and comfort of the fur and then hands
pushing stuffing into the suit to plump the shape.  Zippers were closed and
small padlocks to hold them closed until at last the head of the suit was
slipped over Mary's head.

   It was done.

   Teddy was lifted onto the chair and the three women stood back to admire
the effect.  The wide open mouth, the splayed legs that had an opening
where the bush of Mary's sex was exposed and held open.  The closed zipper
that allowed access to her ass and the open ones from which spilled her
large slack breasts.

   *****

   From the cot, Dolly watched the whole episode in silence.  She dared not
make a move to remind Madame of her presence and lay breathing slowly to
stop the hissing of breath attracting attention.

   As Dolly watched, Madame brought a bowl of water and started to
carefully shave Teddy's exposed sex.  The entire exposed area became
polished skin with a deep crevice and peeping clitoris.  Every detail
revealed in the pale pink light that streamed through the curtains.  Now
she could feel herself getting hard.  The discomfort of the studs, and then
the movement as the cock sprang from its hiding place between her thighs
and pushed her dress away to stand hard and needy.

   Madame pushed Puppy onto his back and had Amy hold his legs wide as she
attended to him with the razor.  Madelaine stood back and moved from foot
to foot with excitement.

   "Are they going to fuck?" she asked.  "Are you going to make them?"

   "No, and that's a rule from now on," said Madeleine's mother as she
carefully plucked a few stray hairs with her nails.  "Teddy and Puppy never
touch each other, only Dolly can service them from now.  Also, always make
sure that when you are not here with me, that the vibrators are pushed in
nice and deep."

   Madame finished and stroked the smooth cock with her hand.  As she did
so it started to grow nicely.  Each stroke, each playful slap of the
tightly held balls added a little more length and girth.  Occasionally she
moved the metal rings to allow him to swell until at last the full extent
of his cock was obvious.

   "He's bigger than Dolly," remarked Amy with a giggle.  "Much better to
play with..."

   "He's a naughty Puppy," said Madelaine, "but I like teddy better.  She's
a perfect toy."

   "Can I play with Puppy now?" begged Amy.  "Please, Mamma?"

   Madame smiled and patted Amy on the head.

   "Of course you can, dear.  Just pass me my favourite cane and we'll see
if he's as much fun to play with as he looks!  Does Amy want a little
puppy-cock in her tight pussy?"

   Madelaine passed the cane to her mother's hand while Amy's hand rubbed
between her legs under her pink dress.  Her lips pouted and she gasped as
she rubbed herself as she looked down at the huge prick that she longed to
use.

   "I want Puppy on his legs," said Madame.

   It took both the girls to move him, and they laughed to see his huge
cock and balls hand between his legs before they played with him for a
moment and waited for permission to play.

   "Puppy is ready," announced Madame as she swished the cane through the
air.  "Off you go Amy."

   Amy sat on the rug next to Puppy and slid under him whilst Madelaine
held onto his rigid cock and slapped his balls.

   "I love the way that he squirms, Mamma, he's so sensitive."

   Puppy started to sob pathetically as Amy slid beneath him and Madelaine
aimed the tip of the cock at her sister's streaming hole.  The head of the
prick nestled in the outer lips of Amy and Madelaine moved clear to watch
her mother cut at his thighs to make him stumble forward.

   As he did so he slipped easily into Amy and she gasped and extended her
arms over the soft furry toy that was giving her so much pleasure.  She
hugged and kissed Puppy on his open mouth and the swish of the cane forced
him deeper into her.

   "Please, please, can I play too?" begged Madelaine.

   She lifted her dress and slipped her hand into herself and a dreamy look
came over her face as she watched her mother use the cane to build up a
steady movements of Puppy's hips.

   "Of course you can," said Madame as she held the cane high and realised
that Puppy was now fucking Amy without any need for her urgings.  "I think
that Puppies love to lick..."

   Madelaine moved to Puppy's head and watched Amy kissing the drooling
lips, moaning with every thrust of his hips.  Clearly there was no
possibility to use that tongue and a vexed expression filled her face.

   "Mamma," she said.  "Amy is in the way, it's not fair!"

   Amy gasped and looked up to see her sister standing over her and
snuggled into her furry toy and rolled her hips as she started to climax.

   A last cut of the cane in Madame's hand pushed Amy over the edge and she
trembled as Puppy pushed hard against her and made her come.

   Madame waited a moment and then said, "Come on now, it's Madelaine's
turn.  She wants to play too!"

   Amy looked up and shuffled down between Puppy's legs as Madeleine
uttered a small whoop of joy and grabbed Puppy's head to face up between
her thighs.  She bent her knees and lowered herself as Amy slipped from
under to sit and watch.

   As Puppy was forced to lick and suck at Madelaine, Amy stood up and
looked around the room.  Her gaze locked onto the teddy bear sitting on the
armchair and then Dolly trembling in her cot.  Her mother's instructions
echoed in her head and she had an idea.

   "Mummy, mummy, can I get Dolly out?  Please can I get her out to play?"

   "Of course you can, dear," said Madame.  "I think Dolly and Teddy should
play for us..."

   Madame watched as Amy fumbled with the cot with supressed excitement. 
She was so appealingly insatiable and could play all night if allowed to.
Madame turned back to watch Puppy's performance with a critical eye.  He
would need a great deal of punishment before her understood that he was
just a plaything and had no choice but to serve, but that use of the cane
now would ruin her daughter's fun.

   Amy dropped the side of the cot and pushed Dolly's legs over the side
before pulling at her to make her stand.

   "Come along, Dolly," she cried as she tugged at the leash to pull her to
the armchair where Teddy sat waiting.  "I want to play now; do as I tell
you."

   Madelaine climaxed, but she did not relax her grip on Puppy's head.  She
just closed off his mouth with her desperate cunt and slapped him until he
began to lick her again.

   "Don't be greedy," admonished her mother as she watched her daughter
slip to her knees and lie back to allow Puppy to nuzzle between her legs.

   "Oh, please, please can I go again, begged Madelaine as she pulled at
her toy.  "I want to come again and again!"

   Madame smiled and cut at Puppy's ass with a savage stroke.

   "You heard my little girl," she said in a grating voice.  "She deserves
proper service."

   Puppy pushed forward and licked and sucked even though he could not
breathe except when she allowed him.  He could not see her, but taste,
smell and touch urged him on to avoid the terrible agony of each stroke of
the cane.  He felt a desperation, his cock strained and pulsed, but it was
clear that there was no intention on the part of these degenerate females
to allow him to come.

   Madame laughed at the twitches of his hips.

   "Only females are allowed to come in my toy room, Puppy.  If you are
good, Teddy might be allowed..."

   Dolly was forced to her knees.  Before her was a pale circle of smooth
skin that swelled and moved as she watched.  Then a hand came down and
closed her vision as Amy tittered and stroked her own cunt with slow
strokes as she zipped the eyeholes on the mask closed.

   "Dolly can make Teddy come for me," she murmured to herself as she
pushed.

   Wide open mouth pressed on smooth flesh.  Tongue slipped and slithered
over the lips and clitoris before lapping hard at Teddy.  There was a click
and a small chuckle from Amy as she latched Dolly onto Teddy before she
turned her attention to the hanging breasts that made her so excited.

   With one hand tucked between her closed thighs, probing herself, Amy ran
a hand over the breasts that were so attractive.

   "These are so big," she muttered to herself.  "It is naughty for Teddy
to have bigger tits than me and Mamma!"

   Madame turned from Puppy and Madelaine and looked over to see Amy
pinching soft nipples and rolling them to make them stand erect.  Amy
turned and looked at her mother with a winsome smile that was twisted by
her first gasping climax.

   "Please Mamma, it's not fair!"

   "What's not fair?" asked Madame.

   "Teddy is a naughty Teddy, she's too big..."

   "Well then, you'd better punish Teddy then for Mamma."

   "Ooh, can I?  Oh thank you Mamma!"

   *****

   Madame watched.

   It was so good to see her girls enjoying playing so nicely with their
new toys.  It was far too dangerous for them to venture from her apron
strings and get hurt by some partner in the outside world.  The nursery
would give them all the release that they needed and she could make sure
that they always enjoyed every moment.  When she had put them to bed then
she could play too.  It would be fun to make Dolly fuck Teddy while Puppy
watched as long as Dolly was not allowed to climax and shoot his slimy come
and make a mess.

   As she watched Amy nip, slap and punish the hanging breasts she decided
that Puppy would only be a temporary distraction for them.  Hard
punishments, elegant torment and endless discomfort for her own pleasure
and gratification would rule his life and then...  and then she would
dispose of him!  Dolly and Teddy were quite enough to keep them all amused
when he departed.  The girls would have to learn that new toys would come
and go, as she decided to keep the toy room entertaining and fresh.

   The cages in the cellars would be where he ended up, so that she could
indulge her own amusements without upsetting her delicate daughters.

   Her attention focussed back on Amy and she was gratified that teddy
seemed unable to resist the delicious fusion of anguish and pleasure that
Amy had so cunningly arranged for her own amusement.  Teddy was sobbing and
gasping and she shook in the armchair as Dolly used her well trained mouth
to tease and satisfy her while a cruel hand scratched at her breasts with
slow strokes.

   Amy herself was so enchantingly absorbed in her play as she climaxed to
the teasing of the hand between her thighs and she opened her legs to push
her fingers in deep as she trembled with passion.

   Madame sighed with supressed lust, but she knew that she had to sate her
two daughters first.  They were so childishly impatient and eager that it
would be such a shame to confuse them with her own malicious needs.

   Later, she would invite her sadistic friends over as well, when Amy and
Madelaine were cosily tucked up in their beds, exhausted from their games
with their new toys.  That was a prospect to start the juices flowing!

   Then the real pleasure and pain would begin.

   In the soft dark of the night.

   The End



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